Chapter 18:
Chelsea
After I said goodnight to my family and watched them climb into a cab, I waited a few minutes and then hailed one myself, feeling my pulse jump.
'I'm staying at the Marriott’
For the first time ever, I was going to go meet a man in a hotel room; it sounded so illicit! I quickly pulled out my phone and texted Jake that I was on the way, and then sank into the backseat of the cab grinning from ear to ear.
The sneaking around with Mr. Harding had been part of the thrill of it all, of course. The three times we'd been together so far had been the quickly in my parents living room, then the time I'd secretly fucked him at the dinner table in front of my family and his wife with no-one the wiser, and then barely an hou
r earlier, in the restaurant bathroom just now at dinner with Jake and my family.
It was thrilling, these secret, clandestine encounters of ours, but the thought of being able to take our time - to be alone together without pressure of being caught or having to hurry - just seemed like such a luxury that I found myself buzzing with excitement as we drove through the night.
I stepped out of the cab feeling a bit nervous to be honest. There was this jittery feeling of naughtiness involved with me waltzing into a hotel and then sneaking up to Jake's room like some sort of mistress; which, to be fair, is I guess what I was at that point.
I closed the cab door and took a deep breath, steeling myself to act calm and perfectly normal when I entered the hotel, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a nineteen year old girl to be heading upstairs to the hotel room of her forty year old, married next door neighbor. But just then as I turned, suddenly I grinned.
Jake was waiting outside for me; waiting for me with a smile.
"Funny meeting you here," he grinned, taking my arm. “Going up?"
"Yes please." I grinned back, looping my arm through his.
He walked me right through the lobby, arm in arm. No "oh this is my daughter" facade; no sneaking in separately. Jake held my arm, and then ran his hand up my back as we waited for the elevator in a way that very plainly said, "yes, this is a romantic relationship." We got a few knowing looks of course, and even a disapproving arched eyebrow from a middle-aged couple who got off the elevator, but none of it even phased me, not with Jake there.
It also occurred to me as walked into his hotel room that this would be our first time in an actual bed together, a thought that made me giggle.
I turned to him as I stood at the foot of large, king-sized bed and bit my lip, my eyes sparkling as I looked at him. I was no longer nervous; no longer worried about time constraints, or being found out by people who couldn't know about us.
"We've never- I mean; on a bed-"
"I know." Jake moved in front of me, wrapping his arms around me tight and leaning in to kiss me.
"There's no rush this time, Chelsea. No bathroom quickie, not this time." He kissed me, and I melted into him, feeling his strong chest against mine, his muscular arms holding me tightly.
"I'm so glad you came," I whispered as I pulled back to look up into his eyes. "I had no idea you did any business up here in Boston!"
His smirking look said it all, and I suddenly blushed bright red as the truth hit me. He didn't do any business up here; he'd come for me.
I attacked his mouth with mine as the truth dawned on me, hungrily kissing his lips and his face as he grinned. Gently, he pushed me back onto the bed, and I giggled as I hit the soft mattress and let my arms drop over my head onto the downy comforter.
Jake moved over me, his eyes hungry as his hand began to pull at the button of my jeans. Deftly, he pulled the zipper down, slowly, and I felt my pulse begin to race with the click of every single metal rivet.
"This time, I'm going to take my time with you."
I let out a small moan as he finished with my zipper and then hooked his hands into the waist of my jeans and panties. With a tug, he began to pull them down over my narrow hips, slipping them down my slender legs and then off of me completely. I blushed as his gaze moved back over me, hungry and passionate as his eyes lingered on my tight, pink little slit.
With a growl, he moved back onto the bed, his mouth going to my knee and kissing me there, before his lips began to travel up. I moaned as I sank back into the bed, bring my hands up to begin unbuttoning my shirt and letting it fall open. My small but perky breasts - bra-less, of course - were high and soft on my chest, my nipples straining like little pink pebbles as Jake's mouth moved higher and higher.
When his tongue dragged wetly against my outer lips, I cried out; my hands instinctively dropping down to his head and my fingers running through his dark hair. He moaned into me as his tongue slipped between my folds and curled against my opening.
Slow, dragging licks up and down my slit turned to teasing curls of his tongue against my throbbing clit. And then teasing tongue curls turned to focused flitting of the tip against the pulsing, sensitive underside of my hard little nub as his lips formed a seal around me and he began to gently suck.
My hands gripped his hair tightly as his mouth on my young pussy began to rocket me higher and higher, pushing me towards that sweet release in a way I'd never felt before. His tongue was magic on my clit, and as he brought a hand up and slowly began to curl a single finger up inside my tight channel, I knew I was done for.
With a loud cry, I came hard, moaning his name out loud without a single worry about someone hearing us. Jake growled as he licked me right through my orgasm, coaxing me through before he let me collapse onto the bed.